On the Bright Side
-With the girls out of school, I only have to pack my own lunch each evening.
-I only have to get myself ready for work each day. Lest you think this means I look more put-together since I’m not spending at least five minutes braiding Liv’s hair each morning, oh, no, no, no. That’s not the case at all. What it really means is that I hit the snooze button at least one more time each morning.
-Olivia has chores now. CHORES. She gets to use a Clorox wipe(s) and clean the doorknobs, light switches, toilet handles, stair rails, etc. All the places in the house that are frequently touched by everyone and anyone entering the house.
-I am not the ‘work-at-home’ parent and as such, I don’t have to be the one who nags and nags and nags Olivia to eat her lunch, only to be asked ten minutes after lunch is over if she can have a snack. The brightest of bright sides.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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